Thus ends Schlock Mercenary Book 14: Broken Wind.
Fortune has favored the bold, and Captain Tagon's little company of mercenaries has been better paid than ever before. Naturally this raises two questions: will the company remain little, and will it remain his...
GEN. TAGON: Three ships, Son. For better or for worse, they're following you. They're your responsibility. That makes you a commodore. Promote yourself.
TAGON: "Commodore Tagon..."
TAGON: Dad...
*Phew.*
TAGON: Look, I'm sorry we spent all those years hating each other. I'm glad Bristle-- err, Cindercone meddled and schemed to get us back on speaking terms.
TAGON: I respect you, and I... and... Well, your advice has been more helpful than I've been willing to admit.
GEN. TAGON: "But?"
TAGON: "But" I've spent all my time at the top of a short command chain. I don't know how to be a commodore.
GEN. TAGON: Well, hullnuts. Now I feel like a real jerk.
GEN. TAGON: I thought you were going to say "But stay out of my business."
TAGON: Out? This company needs a seasoned senior officer.
And, you know...
"Commodore Tagon" does have a nice ring to it.